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Doreen

 

 

Drabbles

The Letter

Staring down at the envelope on his desk, work worn hands sweated as he tentatively picked it up. Fingers trembled while sliding a thumb nail across the top.

Swallowing nervously, he pulled out the single sheet of paper and let his gaze fall on the words written in a tidy and precise hand.

Taking but a moment to scan the contents he sat back in his chair, his vision now hampered by moistened, tear filled eyes as he re-read the first line.

“Mr. Lancer, the Pinkerton's have found your two sons and both have agreed to return home.”



Contentment


He always slept well though when he awoke was momentarily confused by the strangely opulent surroundings. Such a far cry from the flea ridden, rat infested hovels he'd endured in the past. Then the memory returned and he sighed, contented.

A faint whistling from next door caught his attention, the pad of footsteps, the opening of a drawer and the slosh of water in a basin. He slipped on his pants and half dressed but unable to wait made his way to the room occupied by his brother.

Before he opened the door Johnny smiled, sighed, more than contented.



Endurance

Scott suffered in silence, though knew the threat of infection might make him weak. Days passed and still he hid his discomfort, tried to keep his secret as he went about his work, pretending all was well.

He couldn't bring himself to tell anyone what was wrong; not the doctor, not even his father and definitely not his younger brother. He could just imagine his reaction; surprise, disbelief and then laughter.

For how could he admit to Johnny the true reason he couldn't sit still? How could he tell him a Lancer's boil on a Lancer's butt required lancing?



Papa! Papa!

I hear his voice and eyes as blue as the sky stare at me as he calls my name.
He smiles, and runs towards me, trustingly jumping into my arms.
We turn, we spin, he laughs and buries his face into my neck.

Papa! Papa! Luv you.

I kiss his hair, hold him close, feel my heart burst with love.
We pull apart. He laughs again and takes hold of my hand.
We walk, his fingers entwined around my own.
My precious boy. My Johnny.

I wake, alone and weep once more, knowing it was just a dream.

 

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